i told you to leave
yet somehow you
remain standing
in front of me.
you stare at me
dead-on, eyes
refusing to leave
mine.
why would you
stay when i gave
you hell through
all the years?
and you refused
to reply, your
eyes still onto
mine.
and it was in
your eyes.
the answer was
in your eyes.
and i understood.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
